Physical appearance is by no means unimportant, but there is no set guideline for this. Deformities, scarring, or genetic abnormalities were popular in days past, but in the age of corrupt millionaire playboys, evil once again wears a face of beauty. And so, in every sense, you have mankind's self-perceived quintessence.
I'm toying with the idea of writing again. And I would write about a writer, a struggling writer. Not struggling financially; he's got a good job, but he's unfulfilled. And before you think it's too hackneyed, I think I would write it in an auto-biographical, sort of journal style. I'm not interested in making it clear when he's writing fact and when he's writing fiction. Would I follow him writing a book, or from story to story? Or would he simply to with the idea of writing again?
How does a body end up in a trunk? I thought about this this morning as I popped mine open. "I have no idea how it got there, officer." Would he buy it, or not? He'd immediately suspect me, but what could I say to convince him I'm innocent? What if I really was innocent? And is there any better qualification for being a writer than thinking about these questions behind your desk when you really should be working?